f*ck School lyrics

[Intro]
Haha, yeah
It's that n*gga y'all kicked out of school
And I told y'all I was gon' get y'all back
f*ck y'all, man

[Verse 1: Lord 3-2]
Every n*gga and they mama want a diploma
Then when they get the motherf*cker, they still be in a coma
But 3 say to hell with school 'cause I don't give a f*ck
With education you can still end up workin' on a trash truck
Teachers tryna run game and tell you, "Be a scholar"
f*ck that, I'll drop out, sell dope and make dollars
Yo, I say the same damn thing drunk or sober
Cause the best part of school is when the motherf*cker's over
You [?]
Teachers talkin' in your face with breath smellin' like they sh*t
That's why today I'm a goddamn fool
Quote this from Lord 3-2, "f*ck school"

[Chorus]
f*ck 'em, Mike
Do you love 'em?
I don't love 'em
(I don't love none of them hoes)
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That's why they kicked us out
And I don't love 'em
(They can suck a n*gga's di*k)
[Verse 2: Lord 3-2]
I used to stay f*cked up from either smokin' or drinkin'
Then leave before my second class 'cause my di*k would do the thinkin'
I be back before lunch if a hoe bored me
Walkin' through the front door smellin' like her damn laundry
Now here comes Russell, I bet I break quickly
'Cause I know if he sees me he's gonna f*ck with me
Damn, "Where's your pass, Mr. Chris?"
"Aw man, I just ran out real quick to go and take a p*ss"
"Boy, you're lyin, that story's a front
You been kickin' that sh*t to me for the last past three months"
Off to the office, Russ knocks on the door, we hear a cough
[?] I bet that nasty motherf*cker in there jackin' off
Words I speak aren't regretted
Just like I said we walk in, hah, the principal's sweatin'
He said, "Chris straight up, I don't have time today
But don't come back to [?] unless you see this b*tch fly away"
I said peace, now it's time for me to party up
Told the sucker to suck my di*k, then tossed my forty up
My homies say, "Yo 3, you playin' some of ball?"
I said, "f*ck no," he said, "Why," I said, "I don't love none of y'all"
I knew I'd never pass, that's why I never went to class
So all you c*ck suckin' teachers can lecture [?] my ass
Don't get too trilly cause I ain't that cool
I send this comment to Congress, hah - f*ck school
[Chorus]
f*ck 'em
Cause I don't love 'em
Mike don't love 'em
Bido don't love 'em
Crazy C don't love 'em
None of the Rap-A-Lot posse love 'em, so f*ck 'em

[Verse 3: Lord 3-2]
Teachers, some of you kids are stuck with 'em
But not Lord 3-2, why? 'Cause I can't f*ck with 'em
f*ck school, I shop it, it's a must, no doubt
I couldn't stay unless I'd pay or I'd get kicked out
It's yo' damn decision, though, don't have a fit
Put up with the sh*t and in the end watch what you get
A diploma or degree for the education losers
Me need that piece of sh*t? Huh, when hell freezes
Or when cows jump hurdles and mice eat cats
Or me winnin' pool against Minnesota Fats
Bears singin' or alligators talkin'
People without legs in wheelchairs walkin'
It just ain't happenin', G, I can't see it
Though you want a edumacation? So be it
You be the king of your actions, so rule
But me, myself, 3-2 say "f*ck school"
[Outro]
Haha
And you think I'm goin' back?
You got me f*cked up
I ain't never goin' back to school
Ain't right not, Crazy C?
Drop that sh*t and play that bullsh*t, mane
Hold on to yo' edumacation
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Hold on to yo' edumacation
Yipes, yipes
Hold on, grab on, hold on
Yipes